This is a song about "Loss of a son"

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Little kids are at a loss

And i can't help but stare, cause

Son from the core of this earth hater a fan is torn

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

So step off, better pause, that buckshot or there gonna be a loss

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done